By the book... (Germany and N.Italy only)

Ludwig walked down the stairs to the main hall with strong steps and made his way to the coffee dispenser. He didn't want to waste time and he also didn't feel like waiting in a line just to get coffee. But considering to the blond's fast pace they were first on the dispenser and could get their coffee without any distractions.

"Uhm..." Ludwig frowned and pondered Feliciano's question. Was there something he wanted to talk about? Something specific? There were a lot of this he wanted to ask, discuss and sort out. Possibly to much to do it within this short time they had now. Almost everything about this dating thing and the upcoming relationship.

Ludwig took a sip from his coffee after blowing over it to cool it down, still thinking of how to answer while they walked away from the now building up line of students who also wanted coffee. "Well. Maybe I just want conversation..." Maybe he just want to hear the other's voice? His cute giggling and the smile that appeared on Feliciano's cheerful face once Ludwig did 'something silly' as the Italian called it. The blond shook his head lightly, trying to get rid of these embarrassing thoughts. He took a deep breath and calmed down his strained nerves. Why was it still so difficult to catch a clear thought when Feliciano was with him? If this fact might stay this way once time goes by and their relationship will get deeper, that would be rather distracting for Ludwig's study's.

"I uhm..." Ludwig took an other sip from his coffee and glanced at Feliciano from over the rim of his paper cup. "I really liked to hold your hand in class." He mumbled, not everyone needed to hear what he and his Italian friend were talking about. "It felt still as nice as yesterday."

"Just conversation?" Feliciano looked at the blond curiously for a moment, waiting for his coffee to come out of the dispenser. "...ve, when you put it like that~" He grabbed his drink, trying to resist giggling too much. Ludwig always sounded stern when he spoke, but he sounded even more so right now! He didn't know why Ludwig was acting so stiff, but...it was kinda cute! "Eh heh, Ludwig makes everything sound like it's a test, sometimes~ But okay, I wanna talk with Ludwig, just conversation is always good for me!"

The brunet took a slow sip of his coffee, trying to avoid burning his tongue. It still tasted good, even from a dispenser--there was something about coffee that the Italian couldn't resist. He trotted to keep up with the blond, humming a bit to himself. Feliciano looked up from his cup as the German spoke up again, head tilting ever so slightly as the blond seemed to trip over the words to say.

Ah! But the holding hands~

"Eh heh, I liked it a lot too!" The Italian spoke louder than the German--he wasn't so conscious of the people around him, excitement distracting his thoughts. "I was really happy that Ludwig did it! Grazie! It made biology a lot more fun!" He wanted to give Ludwig a hug, to bury his nose into his chest and smell his comforting scent--but as soon as he opened his arms, he stopped. Ludwig didn't like hugs much when they weren't dating...did that rule still apply?

Feliciano dropped his arms after a moment, holding onto his cup with both hands and looking back up at the other. "Ve, Ludwig...am I allowed to hug you?"

Hugging? In public? How did this come into Feliciano's mind? Ludwig stared at his friend and could already feel his cheeks heating up with a embarrassing blush. "N-Nein! Of course not!" Ludwig had to force his voice into a hissed whisper so nobody would be able to hear him. "Look at all the students here! Two man hugging is nothing the whole campus need to see!"

Ludwig had to admit that he liked the thought of hugging Feliciano. Before yesterday he didn't like the Italian that close to him. But the decision to date him had changed this. Feliciano was special now and when Ludwig thought of the hugs they had shared yesterday he could not deny that he liked it and that he wanted to hold Feliciano in his arms. A lot more then he had done yesterday. But these kind of wonderful affections was something the stern blond wanted to keep hidden. Just for Felicinao and himself. Just between the two lovers they were about to become.

"Uhm..." Ludwig had to calm down this situation even before Feliciano's mood would drop. "See, we are in the middle of the main hall. It is not that I don't want to hug you..." His voice was really just a whisper now, only to hear for the Italian. "I would like to hug you. But not here. If you want a hug we should find a more private place..." Ludwig was not sure if this was a good idea. This was against his nature. To sneak off and share affections with someone. So totally unlike Ludwig...

E-Eh? Why had Ludwig so vehemently denied his hug? Feliciano knew the German didn't really like hugs at all (even though he still hugged him sometimes, even before they were dating, so it shouldn't be that bad?), but he didn't expect him not to like hugs this much!

He could already feel himself tearing up--what was so wrong with hugs? Did he say something wrong? What if he mad Ludwig mad at him and he would never get any hugs or kisses again, and he would stop dating him, and then they wouldn't be friends anymore, and Feliciano would be all alone--

But before he could get too far down the path of worry and faulty conclusions, the blond had spoken up, his assurance drying most of the Italian's tears. "O-oh...s-so Ludwig likes the hugs, at least? H-He doesn't hate them?"

The brunet took a look around. Well, they WERE in the main hall, and there WERE a lot of people around. Not that the Italian took much notice of them, but Ludwig always noticed everything! It mattered? Hugs were nice, why would anyone around them think badly of a hug? Sometimes Ludwig was too confusing! But a quick glance at the German's flushed face told him there was no way he would be getting a hug here.

"Ve...okay~ It's okay if Ludwig doesn't want to hug, then..." Feliciano may have said those words, but his body said a completely different thing. He drooped and he sighed a bit, lips twisted into a sad pout. He really did like Ludwig's hugs a lot...

Ludwig glanced at Feliciano and felt his blush spreading even further. Why was the sight of his sad friend so touching. His stomach twitched and the urge and need to hug him grew in Ludwig's mind, tying a knot in his throat that he had to swallow down. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but an other shaky breath from Feliciano that ended in a whining sob made it for Ludwig.

The blond grasped his friend by his arm and dragged him through the mainhall into the direction of the hallway that leaded to the students rooms in the dorm. Usually the students were not allowed to rush through the halls and Ludwig would always made sure he would not break any rules, but right now he didn't care. They didn't have much time left until the next class would start. The blond dragged Feliciano along the rooms and up the stairs to the first floor. There he turned right and made their way to the other end of the floor and then into the men's bathroom.

"There." Ludwig closed the door of the bathroom and let go of Feliciano's arm after making sure that no other students were using this rest room right now. "This place is private enough. Here you can have a hug..." He leaned his back against the door while sending an unsure glance towards his friend. "...if you still want to."

"A-Ah!"

The Italian was taken completely off-guard when Ludwig grabbed his arm, starting to drag him through the crowds and back to the hallways "V-Ve! H-Huh, w-where are we going, Ludwig?" He stared at his friend's back, struggling to keep up with the sudden burst of energy the blond seemed to get--how could Ludwig walk so fast! He could barely keep up!

"V-Ve!" Feliciano tripped after Ludwig as they went up the stairs, getting disoriented from their wild run through the hallways; the brunet wasn't even sure if he knew where they were anymore! He barely had a chance to glance at the sign on the bathroom door before Ludwig whisked him inside, closing the door behind him.

"Ve? Ve?" The Italian looked around for a moment, confused.Why were they in the bathroom? Couldn't they have just gone to the ones in the main hall if Ludwig had to go? But it didn't take long for Feliciano to get his answer. A hug? Ludwig was really going to let him hug him during school now?

Feliciano wasted no time in ramming into a strong German chest, hugging his arms tightly around the other. "Ve~" He was so happy! They really got to hug! It was like Ludwig could really read his mind! "Eh heh heh, grazie, grazie!" Ludwig's hugs were just too good! He buried his nose in the blond's chest, enjoy his friend's wonderful scent.

Ludwig wouldn't call Feliciano strong. At least not compared to himself. But the force of the hug was yet intensive. Even for someone like the little Italian. The blond was able to catch a fast glance onto his watch before he wrapped his own arms around his friend's body, holding him close. There were ten minutes left. Ludwig did the math in his head, how long would it take to get back to the classrooms? It seems they would have about five minutes to share affections now.

But why would Ludwig think about time right now? Just a second ago he knew the reason but once Feliciano was close enough to blur the blond's mind the thoughts about class and time were slipped out of his attention.

"Feliciano..." Ludwig's arms held the smaller one stronger, closer to his own chest as he buried his nose into the other's hair, breathing in his scent and feeling him as close as he had felt him the day before.

A dorms bathroom might not be the most romantic place on earth, (if not, the most unromantic place) but for Ludwig it was the only place he wanted to be right now. Just holding Feliciano in his arms, feeling him and being with him. This bathroom could be heaven for Ludwig right now.

Ludwig really didn't know why he had refused to hug Feliciano until yesterday. If he had known how good and right it felt to date him... Ludwig let out a low, unpleased groan at the thought of how many time he had wasted fighting against it. Fighting against this way of being together. Right now, the blond never ever wanted to let his lover go.

....

Lo...

...... lover...?

If only he could get hugs like this from Ludwig every day! It was nice to have Ludwig's hugs, and the fact that Ludwig liked the hugs too made him even happier and want to have them even more!

Would they have to go to the bathroom every time? It was harder to get hugs if they had to run upstairs all the time!

But Feliciano didn't dwell on the thought for long; he was just happy to have the German with him now. The brunet rubbed his nose into Ludwig's jacket, humming and giggling happily. They had only been going out for a day, but everything already felt so right! Of course, he guessed they had always been close, but it was silly for them to have never thought of this before! The hugs and kisses and hand-holding almost seemed like it was meant to be!

He looked up at the blond at his grown, the wide smile on his lips faltering a bit at the strange expression on Ludwig's face. "Ludwig? Are you okay?" The Italian blinked, titling his head a bit, but not loosening his grip at all. "It looks like you at something bad or something...are you feeling okay, ve?" Confusion spread across his features; it didn't have anything to do with the hug, did it? He hoped it didn't, worry starting to settle a bit in his stomach.

"Eh...?" Ludwig heard Feliciano's voice, but the meaning of the words didn't reach his mind. One man can not keep up the stress and tension forever. There has to be a breaking point. A moment when everything breaks loose and nobody knows what will happen then. Ludwig was pretty close to that point. The moment when everything was to much. The lack of sleep and all the new situations and strange emotions he had to handle...

Ludwig just pulled his friend closer, nuzzling his nose into his brown hair and took a deep breath to savor his scent. The blond eventually had to calm down and get used to all the new feelings that build up in him. It would be pretty distracting if it would be like this after every hug, glance and kiss. Or whatever was about to follow. Ludwig didn't dare to think about it yet. Considering that this was just the first day of their relationship...? dating...? Whatever.

If he would know that this was just the very first little bit of a really big thing... Ludwig would've possibly run and never come back. But it still felt so damn right.

And right now, nothing else really mattered. Feliciano was in his arms. Fitting just perfectly fine against Ludwig's taller and more masculine frame. As if it was always meant to be like this. The blond would possibly curse himself later... But right now not even time mattered for him.

"V-Ve? Ludwig?" Feliciano squeaked a bit as he was pulled closer; not that the motion was unwanted, it was just...strange! Was Ludwig really okay? He didn't even answer his question...it was always so strange when the German acted like this! Ludwig would usually waste no time in answering his questions efficiently, so only getting a hug in response was...weird. And Ludwig wasn't even saying anything!

"A-are you sure you're okay?" The Italian was easily prone to panic, so panic he did; he wiggled in Ludwig's arms (but was in no way letting him go; his arms were just as tight around his chest as they had ever been), trying to get a look up at the German's face. "Ludwig is acting strange, a-and you didn't haven't said anything!"

He hoped for a second that Ludwig wasn't teasing him or something...that would be too mean! But he didn't think Ludwig would tease, so there had to be something wrong for him to act this way, right? "D-Did I do something? I-If I did something, I'm sorry! Was it the coffee? Does Ludwig really have to go to the bathroom?"

Feliciano's squirms and fidgets only increased, oblivious to whatever may have been going on in Ludwig's mind, worry taking hold of him.

Feliciano's voice was only like a murmur in Ludwig's ears. The meaning of the words still didn't reach him. His nose was filled with the other's sweet scent. The situation so surreal. Hugging in a bathroom, with possibly only a few minutes left until the next class would start. Ludwig was kinda lost in the situation. He could, and would, eventually come back to senses on time, but not yet.

Yet his mind was filled with thoughts about the man in his arms. About their date and the affections they had shared and still shared. Ludwig want to keep going. Investigate how far this would go. What else was to come. It must be more then just hugging and kissing, right?

And kissing sound so good right now... The blond moved his head without thinking about it, lips brushed over Feliciano's hair. The soft hair tickled on Ludwig's cheeks and he had to fight a little laugh. He moved further down, aiming for the others skin. His cheek, ear or maybe even his neck. Places that yet haven't been covered by Ludwig's lips. And he was longing to feel the touch of Feliciano's skin against his lips.

But something else came in his way before Ludwig could reach his place of destination. It was Feliciano's remarkable curl that lightly bounced, its end tickeling over Ludwig's cheek as he moved his head to gently brush his lips along the wild hair curl, decided that he could as well kiss that instead of what he had meant to kiss.

Ludwig still wasn't speaking! This was really too mean; what did he do to get Ludwig not to talk to him? "Ludwig? Ve, Ludwiiiig! What's wrong, what did I do? Veee!" Any tries to get the German to respond did nothing, so the Italian resorted to flailing, worry and panic setting in more. "Ve, b-but I got my homework done any everything, a-and I was even on time for class! And I almost fell asleep, b-but I didn't! S-so what did I do? Lu--ah!"

The Italian instantly froze at the soft touch to his curl, a small gasp escaping him.

His hands flew up instinctively to cup the curl, twisting his head away from the German's lips. Oh no, Ludwig couldn't touch that! That curl was...it was something special, and something that his brother had made sure to pound into his head (almost literally) to let NO ONE touch it.

And Feliciano knew perfectly why the curl should not be touched. His reaction was immediate; his face blushed a bright scarlet, shivers and shocks running up his spine from even the smallest touch, body trembling and knees growing weak. It...it would be bad if Ludwig touched it more! Especially at SCHOOL!

"N-Nn, L-Ludwig! D-don't...don't touch that..." A small whine escaped his lips, eyes teary as he pleaded.

Ludwig still drifted in his own little world were nothing else then this bathroom existed. Just the pretty man in his arms, himself and their own little heaven was what mattered. He drew his lips along the whole line of the curl, smiling at the tickling touch. Why was everything on this Italian so adorable and pretty? Even something so casual and plain as this hair-curl...

But something made Ludwig frown and moving back his head, loosing his hold a little bit. It was irking him deep inside his mind, something just had changed, pulling the blond slowly but steady back into the reality he had dropped out of.

It was the change in Feliciano's voice. The sudden desperation that let his voice sound like a needy whine. How and why did this change happen? Ludwig moved his head even further away, letting go of the curl. "Feliciano...?" His eyes flew open and he turned his head, glancing at his friend with a questioning expression.

Oh hell... Ludwig's heart skipped a beat and for a second he forgot how to breath. Feliciano's face was flushed in a bright red and his eyes teary. His breath came out in pants and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Oh... W-What happened to you?" The blond started to panic and he had to let go of the other's waist, grasping his shoulder's instead. "F-Feliciano! D-Did I hurt you?" He lightly shook his friend as worry started to take over. "Did I do something wrong?"

The brunet shook his head furiously, hiding the curl from sight between his hands. "Ah, no, no, no! N-no y-you didn't hurt me, i-it's just, u-um...!" The German's panic only made the Italian panic more, blush still staining his cheeks. It's not that Ludwig could've know that his curl would have such an effect on him, so it wasn't his fault!

"L-Ludwig didn't do anything wrong, it's just that...v-ve, it's just that...m-my curl is...u-uuum..." The Italian stuttered for words, trying to think of a good way to explain what the curl was...but he couldn't come up with anything! There was just no good way to explain that the curl was...well, he couldn't even think of a good way to think of it!

"It's just...v-ve, i-it doesn't hurt, i-it's just...!" He close his eyes and shook his head, whining as he struggled for words. How could he tell Ludwig what it did? "V-Ve, m-my curl is...v-ve, i-it's just...!"

Feliciano's blush only grew deeper the more he tried to explain, growing more flustered by the second. "A-ah, but I'm fine, I-I promise! Y-You didn't hurt me at all!" He decided to change the subject instead, unable to think of a way to explain it. Maybe he would ask his brother later for advice!

The pit of worry still remained in Ludwig's stomach as he frowned, glancing suspicious at his friend. Was it the truth? Was Feliciano really not hurt? he still looked kind of flustered and teary. As if he had been in pain. "Okay..." Ludwig mumbled, feeling like he should apologize for whatever he had done to cause the other's distress. "I am sorry... Do you need time to calm down?"

.....

....... Time...?

What time was it?

"Oh, VERDAMMT!" Ludwig started to panic again by the glance at his clock. "Only two minutes!" He had totally forgotten about class and that their time was running out. "We are LATE!" He grasped Feliciano's wrist and pushed open the bathroom door, running down the hallway while he dragged his friend along, trying to make up for the lost time.

How did this happen? Ludwig was NEVER late. Not even for class or clubs. Where did they left their bags? Ah. In the main hall. Together with their coffees. He suddenly remembered when he rushed down the stairs, making sure not to let go of Feliciano's wrist. And their bags were really still on the place they left them. The blond hurried through the main-hall and then let go of his friend once they reached their bags.

"Ah..." Ludwig was slightly out of breath, his face blushed and his hair messed up. Not really totally mushed, but still not as neat as usual. "I have writers class now." He picked up his bag and half drunken coffee and nodded to Feliciano before turning around and rushing towards his classroom. "I will see you after class for lunch. Make sure to be on time in the cafeteria!" With that Ludwig was out of sight.

Feliciano didn't even have time to formulate a reply to reassure the German that he wasn't hurt before he found himself hurtling down the hallways again, being dragged buy Ludwig from the bathroom back into the main hall. "A-Ah, Ludwig, w-wait!" He tripped over his own feet again--how could Ludwig run so fast? It was hard to keep up! The Italian just hoped he wouldn't fall down the stairs or something as they skidded to a halt in the main hall again, Ludwig running off before he could speak again.

"V-Ve! O-Okay, I wont be~!" Feliciano yelled after the retreating form, picking up his backpack and his portfolio (he had no hands for the coffee, so he just left it behind), hurrying off to his art class. He normal didn't really mind if he was late (since he was so often late without even meaning to be late), but if there was one class that Feliciano loved, it was his art class.

The Italian managed to slide into the classroom just in time (luckily for him, it was quite close to the main hall), still panting from his earlier run. He took his seat greatly (it was more like falling than taking, though), setting up his canvas for the teacher to review his work.

Ludwig sat down onto his chair, still a little bit out of breath. He had made it just in time, but he didn't feel comfortable with this at all. He didn't have the chance to talk to Feliciano like he had planned. The hug and sudden mental break down had almost caused him to be late for class.

Was this how dating was supposed to be? Ludwig had to admit that hugging and kissing felt good. Going out and spending time together was also not bad. Even if they had already done that before they officially stated dating. But before that it was just as friends, not as romantic partners.
But situations like the one in the bathroom were kinds awkward. And distracting too, especially for class. The blond tried to focus on the professor and his lecture, but his mind kept slipping away and filled his thoughts with images of an lithe Italian body, held by strong German arms. Low voices that were whispering sweet words to each other, causing bashful smiles and light blushes.

Ludwig shook his head, rubbing his temples and then he stroked through his hair as he noticed that it was still messed up from his rush through the hallways. this was not the time to think of that kind of stuff. He had to follow the lesson. And after class he would pick Feliciano up and have lunch with him.
Like they used to have before they started dating. Just normal lunch. In the cafeteria. It was not like something weird could happen there. Though... With a boy like Feliciano by his side... Ludwig sighed and slunk a bit down in chair. Obviously he would not be able to get this little pit of embarrassing worry out of his stomach.

There were few things Feliciano could give his full and undivided attention to. One was Ludwig (except when his friend was scolding him, then his mind would wander a bit); another was cooking, and another was soccer.

However, art, especially painting, was in a league of its own.

He loved art; it was so much fun to create something beautiful--no matter if it was from something he saw in real life, or just something he created from his mind's eyes. He loved the feeling of a pencil or a brush in his hands, loved watching how the graphite would turn into lines and lines would turn into figures, and figures would be brought to life with pastels and paints, with vibrant colors and scenery. It was just...so much fun!

And it was one of the few things the Italian was good at; he knew he wasn't the smartest, and he could barely wrap his head around math and science. But at least with art, it almost came...naturally. He knew exactly what he had to do to get a picture to turn out how he wanted it to from the moment the pencil touched the canvas, knew how to work perspective and shadows and scenery and color schemes. And he really couldn't get enough of it!

And luckily for him, the were painting today! Granted, it was of the (in his opinion, a bit boring!) pictures of buildings and pillars they had to draw the night before, but Feliciano couldn't help but be excited whenever the palettes were brought out.

He was completely immersed in his painting, a slight smile on his lips as he let the brush glide over the canvas, working with precision and efficiency. After all, pillars were strong, bold, unmoving; he had to be the same way when he painted them!

Class seemed to crawl by slowly this morning. It was a double class and Ludwig still found it hard to focus, even if time went by. And why did the professor need to keep holding speeches about love-poems? It was not like like poems about dates and undying desire made his situation any better.

Ludwig was almost relieved when the bell finally rang and the class was over. It had been the last for today so the blond was free all afternoon and evening. He could spend his time studying or working out. Or maybe being with Feliciano for the rest of the day? That options sounded also great and Ludwig pondered the possibilities while he made his way towards the rooms for the art classes. He had promised to pick up his Italian friend for lunch.

He leaned with his back against the wall off the hallway and waited for Feliciano while the other students walked out of the room, chatting carefree with each other. Ludwig had always wondered why the students of the art classes were so much different to others. More alive and cheerful. That also counted for the Italian.

The other students were already gone and Ludwig frowned since Feliciano didn't appear in the hallway. Even after a few minutes longer waiting. The blond walked up and peeked not the classroom, seeing his friend by the unsuccessful try to sort his drawing so they would all fit into his portfolio.

"Oh Feliciano..." Ludwig sighed and entered the class to help his friend. "How can you manage to be late even when class is already over?"

The Italian looked up when he heard his voice being called, spotting the German in the doorway. "Ludwig!" He almost dropped all of his pictures in surprise, quickly fumbling with them to prevent them from all crashing to the floor.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Eh heh heh, I told Ludwig I wouldn't be late...ve, I guess I am kinda late, though!" It wasn't his fault though! The brunet always seemed to lose track of time when he was in art class, and was still painting while everyone was packing up. There were even some days that he would beg the teacher to let him stay during lunch when he was really into a piece. "But we were painting today and it was really fun, so I didn't want to stop!"

Feliciano was glad for Ludwig's help, finally managing to wiggle all of his drawings and portraits and paintings and sketches into that overloaded bag, standing and stretching when they were finally done. He picked up the wet canvas he had been working on, moving it to the back of the classroom to dry overnight. He was already proud with how it was turning out! He'd have to try to add more colors next time and give it a little life, though!

"I'm hungry now! I guess it's a good thing it's lunchtime!" The Italian trotted back over to the other, beaming almost brighter than before; painting always put him in a good mood! He bounced on his toes, hefting the heavy portfolio over his shoulder with a little huff. "Is Ludwig hungry too? Was class really hard? Writing isn't as bad as biology, but I still like art better! Ve, I hope they have some good food, maybe some pasta~" The words came out in an excited blur, the bubbly Italian full of giggles and smiles as he looked up at the other.

"Yes, I am indeed hungry." Ludwig left the class room with Feliciano by his side carrying his own and his friends bag so the Italian could focus on carrying his portfolio. Ludwig glanced a last time over at the paintings on the opposite wall of the room. He really admired the students of the art class. They were able to create such beautiful art with their hands. The blond was never good at drawing or painting. he used his hands for working out or building and creating stuff like technologies or different kinds of machines. His palms were huge and his hands strong, not made to hold something precious and breakable as a pencil or a paintbrush.

"We should lock away our bags first. It would be troublesome to have them with us in the cafeteria." Ludwig turned his attention back towards his friend. "You know how crowded it can become at this time of the day." The blond had the sudden urge to avoid the cafeteria and go back to the restaurant they went to for their date yesterday, but he kicked away the thought pretty fast. Ludwig had to take care that his money last for the whole month. He couldn't go an eat out every day.

Reaching the main hall (once again today) he turned to his locker and unlocked it to put away his bag and waited for Feliciano to also get rid of his baggage so they could go to the cafeteria and get their lunch.

Feliciano hummed happily as he followed Ludwig through the halls, happy that the school day was already over. And having art last always made it end on a good note! Now he could eat a good lunch with the blond, and maybe play soccer or something! And then he could take his siesta--ah, maybe the siesta should go after lunch, when his tummy was nice and full...that always made for a good nap!

The Italian followed suit when they made their way to the lockers, struggling with his portfolio as he tried to fit it inside. Luckily, he hadn't brought his bigger pictures and paintings with him, so it was actually possible to fit the rest of the sketches in his locker; but it didn't come without a fight.

Managing to get all of the bag inside of the locker with a good shove, he quickly slammed the door shut before the portfolio could come tumbling out and spill his sketches all over the ground (he knew from multiple experiences that is was possible, too, and highly likely!), moving back from the locker and stretching out his arms. "Ve! There we go!" He looked at Ludwig for approval, giving the other a smile.

"Now, we should go eat right? No bags to carry or anything!" Feliciano walked back up to the other, brushing against his shoulder.

For a moment long Ludwig thought about helping Feliciano to put away his portfolio. But that would possibly just end up in a bigger mess. "You really need to organize your locker better." The blond frowned as his friend managed to shut the door despite the fact that everything was messily stuffed inside.

"But yes. We should eat now. And lets hurry a bit. We are already late and I don't want to wait in the line to long." Ludwig almost didn't notice the brief physical contact as Feliciano passed by, but it seemed the blond had become extreme sensitive to any move his friend made. He swallowed and took a small step forward, trying to get space between them. Ludwig was aware that, since they were dating, every touch and contact mostly ended up into awkward situations that made the German loose his composure. And Ludwig would try his best to avoid these kind of situations in public.

They made their way to the cafeteria without distractions, but still a line of 15/20 students was waiting patiently for their turn to get food. Ludwig took a place on the end of the line, making sure that Feliciano was right next to him. "Let's see what the meal for today is." He turned his attention towards the huge board which showed off the todays menu in chalk written letters.

Feliciano took his spot next to the German, standing on his tip-toes to see the board of what was available for lunch over the heads of all the other students. "Hmm~ Ah, they have pizza today! I think I'll get that!" The Italian loved his pasta of course, but pizza was really good too! Hopefully the cafeteria would have some good pizza today--sometimes it was a gamble for good food!

"What's Ludwig going to get?" He looked up at the blond, rocking on his toes happily. "I only got to eat toast for breakfast, so I'm really hungry! Maybe I'll get a few slices of pizza--oh, and dessert too! I wonder if they have some cake or something..." Feliciano craned his neck again, scanning the menu for something to satisfy his sweet tooth. "Hmm~ Chocolate cake~ That looks good, maybe I'll get that!"

The bouncing never stopped, looking around the crowd in front of him impatiently; he really didn't like waiting for his food like this, he wish it would move faster! "Is Ludwig going to get dessert too? Ve, I hope everything tastes good today, do you think it will? I hope there's some good seats for us to sit at, too!"

"Erbsensuppe." Ludwig had made his choice already after just one glance at today's menu. There was no way how he could not make a choice for delicious and tasteful food like that. "That is what I'm going to eat. And no dessert. Just the soup is enough to get satisfied."

Putting his hands into his pockets as they waited he kept his focus on the students in front of them and the ones who were surrounding them in a short distance. "It is crowded here in the cafeteria. We need to make sure to stay together so we can find two free places on a table."

The line moved on slowly, but they still reached the end of the service bar so they could have a first look at the actual food. "Oh..." Ludwig frowned. "I can not see Pizza in the showcase. If they don't have any in the kitchen they might already be out of it." He turned his head, carefully looking at his friend. Ludwig knew how picky and stingy Feliciano was with his food. "You might have to rethink your menu choice."